Friday, March 30, 2012

Friday Night Martinis On The Porch

Papa's on the phone with Jessie and the chickens are hanging out with us.
All is well.

9 comments:

  1. Nice! I'm hanging on the boat.

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  2. Life is good. That's what I think. And the man is fine.

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  3. We are drinkin modelo especials and boiling rock shrimp and I want them to be rock lobsters. Not because I eat lobster but just so I can be obnoxious and sing the B-52's. Wait, I'm gonna do that anyway.

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  4. Syd- We miss the water a LOT. We'll be heading that way soon.

    Angella- He is, isn't he? Inside and out and all the way through. I swear he is.

    daddy b- Where'd you get the rock shrimp? I want some damn rock shrimp! They're the best. I love me some B-52's. Not as much as I love you guys, though. Not nearly as much.

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  5. Where else? The publix! And I would give you all of them if yall came over. If I hadn't eaten them already.

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  6. Okay. I'm going to the Publix tomorrow. We just stuffed ourselves on leftover cubed steak and mashed potatoes. Dang. We should have combined. Surf and turf at its finest.

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  7. But I saw no pet milk was involved in your cubed steak. Also, I bet it wasnt deep fried.

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  8. Daddy B- You are right. It was inferior cubed steak all the way around. There were mushrooms and shallots involved but still, it was inferior because no, no Pet milk and no, it was not deep fried.
    Sigh.

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  9. Such a special night. But then all your days and nights seem special to me.

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